I was on Tinder 7 years ago, and had the time of my life. I was a good looking successful guy, mid/late 20s at the time, so it was easy for me to get laid. Always had a thing for older women, and matched with one on Tinder. She was 44, short black hair, tan and fit. First thing I typed was “After I’ve given you a back and thigh massage, I’d perform oral sex until you tell me to stop ha! I love to please. Nothing’s a bigger turn on than watching you have multiple orgasms when I’m kissing, licking, and sucking on your clit, all while I use a vibrator inside you at the same time. Mmm I love it!!
OR I’d start by oiling up your back butt thighs and legs. Then I’d explore every bit of your pussy with my tongue until you’re ready for me to work that clit with my tongue. Then climb on top of you and make out as I ease inside you. Bend you over and go hard hard hard from the back then pull you to the edge of the bed while I stand and fuck while holding a vibrator on your clit until I cum. Then you’d hop on my face until I recover. Repeat
I hope that doesn’t scare you away! I love to please and am a sexual perfectionist; meaning I pride myself in being my lover’s best lover. “
Tag: Oral
[F]light attendant [M]ilked me dry on her layover
[F]light attendant [M]liked me dry on her layover
This happened a little over six years ago now. At the time I was in my late 20’s and in university. To paint a bit of a picture of me at the time, I was around 6’1”, 195 lbs, light brown hair, and decently built.
I’ve never been the type to go out drinking on weeknights, whether as a full-time student or working – I just don’t function well the next day, so I generally avoid it. During my second year of university however, I had a roommate who was a high functioning alcoholic. Needless to say, every day was an excuse to party for him. On one particular Wednesday, he suggested we all go downtown for some drinks. I had two exams the next morning, one for a for a course I was borderline failing. I would have normally declined the invitation. However, my other roommate who was in a long distance relationship and went out even less than I did obliged, so I decided to go along with it. After all, it was just going to be a few casual drinks.
The Trophy Club. (Part 1) (hunter/prey, rough, oral, anal, outside, mild pain play, name-calling)
So this is a longer one folks but you all asked so nicely for a series of my last story. This isn’t a straight sequal but a start to a new series. Hope you enjoy!
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Sarah sat staring at her email. Nervous laughter caught in her throat as she read it over once more.
Welcome to the trophy club.
The first words sent the butterflies in her stomach fluttering.
Our annual weekend event starts this weekend.
All members should remember the rules upon arrival. For our new member the rules are as follow:
1) No hunting session can end until a doe is caught.
2) The hunter with the most confirmed catches wins.
3) All participants must have up-to-date checks.
Sarah chuckled.
What on earth had she signed up for. She smiled and ran her fingers through her bright blonde curls.
I [f25] had a one night stand with a Spanish guy [m35], he used a BLINDFOLD while licking my pussy [fm] [femalepleasure] [oral]
Monday nights aren’t usually my thing, I’m more of a weekend party kind of girl. But the girls at the office begged me to join and to be fair, I didn’t have anything better to do.
I took a good look around the bar to take in the atmosphere. It was my first night out in Madrid, and I have to admit that I was really enjoying it. The music was great, the drinks were fantastic, and the dancefloor looked like a hot scene from a Hollywood movie. Everyone was dancing so effortlessly and so sexy, their hips had a mind of their own.
After a few drinks, the girls and I got up and joined the crowd. I was dancing my heart away, my dress flowed around with every step, occasionally giving a cheeky look to my lingerie. But I didn’t care. I felt sexy, and I was enjoying the attention that I got with it.
When at last a real man fucked me in high school [FM]
In this story there is cheat, so, if you don’t like that topic, please go read something else, don’t judge me that I’m not asking for advice or opinion.
Well I’ve always been a bit of a butterface. My ass is amazing and I make sure to keep it round and firm, so currently those complexes about my face that I don’t quite like are out of date, no man really cares that my face is not “very aesthetic”
But when I was younger and didn’t have this piece of ass, my face made me feel VERY insecure. I was in the cultural drama class in high school, I had a lot of friends and everything was perfect… Except I was crazy about a guy there, he was fucking hot, tall, very handsome, he had a bit of muscles and he was the best actor of us all, and a few years older. Instant crush.
As I already said, my body had not developed yet, nor was I fat, I was simply a somewhat ugly and very thin girl. So, of course, this guy was not paying attention to me in the least. The worst thing is that I was quite flirtatious with him and he even got upset and we had had some awkward moments, for example I hugged him once and he withdrew in a rather awkward and unsubtle way, IN FRONT OF OTHERS.
I caught her and got a reward [MF]
It was a quiet day nothing much going on so I went upstairs and I hear her quietly breathing with the muffled sound of her vibrator… I had a peak through the door to see her on my bed pressing the toy to her.
I didn’t mean to stand there watching but before I knew it I had an aching bulge in my jeans and all I could to think about is taking it out and touching myself.
She is getting really close breathing heavily and tilting her hips back and I’m now stroking my hard member faster while watching her get off…
She has such a beautiful orgasm and as she catches her breath I hear her say “are you enjoying yourself” and look straight at me with my cock throbbing in my hand, she says “well” clearly enjoying how she’s made me so I say “well” and walk in to sit on the bed and as I do she pulls me down and mounts my face pressing her wetness to my lips, she knows I love giving oral so I start slowly dancing my tongue over her sensitive clitoris, her big ass and thighs smother my face as she sits… I’m in heaven…
Lost in a Pandemic [MF]
Flying business class is a luxury I couldn’t afford but my boss told me that LA to Sydney Australia was the longest flight in the world, and they wanted me in good condition when I got there. Yep, I can go along with that. All good, right?
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We will be landing in Sydney airport in approximately one hour. Please remain seated after landing, the aircraft will be boarded by Australian Border Patrol personnel who will supply you with masks. We have just been informed that upon arrival, you will be taken to a facility, tested for corona-virus and remain in quarantine for two weeks.” Well, the message was a bit longer than that, more polite, but that’s what he told us. Quarantine? What the fuck?
That’s what happened. We got masks and told not to take them off, put on a bus and taken to a hotel. It’s wasn’t five star, but it was okay. We would not be permitted to leave the hotel, under any circumstances up to and including the end of the world. Some of us would have to share, not enough rooms for one each. Oka-a-a-y, but not happy with sharing with a stranger. I was assigned a room, and told I would be sharing. His name was Alexandre Arti-something-Eastern-European. Not happy, but under the circumstances, being alone for two weeks was not an attractive option either. Oh well, put up with it.
(28f) An Aggressive Hate-Fuck [FM]
There’s an old expression that love and hate are two sides of the coin. Personally I disagree. Hatred is far, FAR stronger. Love – at least in my experience – is something floaty, whimsical and ethereal, but hatred is primal and visceral. All consuming. Both are unquestionably strong passions, but one is a largely internal and self reflecting affair, while the other both burns and radiates, utterly unable to be contained.
Hatred – real, vein twitching, palm sweating, fury igniting hatred – is something that, mercifully, doesn’t come along very often. While it’s far to say we’ve all got dozens upon dozens of people we may intensely *dislike* (or perhaps that’s just me. My enemies list is sizeable!), there’s a significant void between dislike and blood bursting hate. I dare say there may be a significant number of individuals out there who have been lucky enough to skip through their lives without ever truly hating anyone. And I’m delighted for them (But they also make my dislike list, because I’d never truly trust someone so capable of remaining calm!).
Helping out [M]y [F]at ass Goth friend
So me and this girl, let’s call her Marie, have been on again off again fuck buddies since high school. She was my first blowjob and we had fucked before. She got into a relationship and we became distant. Fast forward to about 5-6 months into her relationship and she texts me out of the blue. It starts out with the how are you and quickly turns into a sexual convo with her saying that her current partner was transitioning and she hadn’t been in the mood for some time so she wondered if I could help her by fucking her brains out.
She said she wasn’t sure the relationship would last but she knew she needed me to fulfill her pleasures. I was down from the start as I knew how much of a freak she was and she was just way too hard to turn down. This girl was totally goth which was a major turn on for me. She had pale white skin and was covered in tattoos all over her body from her legs to chest and her arms she was totally tatted out. Her legs soft as silk with a huge pale ass that turned bright red after only a few smacks. She had C cup breasts that were pierced and fit perfectly in my hands. Her hair was dyed purple and shoulder length.
I watched my [f]riend suck and fuck her boyfriend
*Happy Monday! Obligatory notice – this happened Friday, I’m writing on my phone, and this is long af. So apologies for any formatting issues or whatever.*
My friend, Sabrina, and I were supposed to have a girl’s night at my house last Friday. We were going to do the typical movie, pizza, and face mask; however, she messaged me a few hours beforehand and asked if we could meet at her boyfriend’s, Brad, for a bit. I arrive and we all sit on B’s bed to catch-up (he lives in a studio and doesn’t have a couch). As we’re catching up, B decides to make us coffee. I’ve got a thing with temperatures, I can only drink things luke-warm, so I set my cup on the ground to cool. As my coffee is cooling, we tell each other about our week and listen to music. After some time, I bend over the bed to pick up my coffee and notice a shift in the bed. I turn around and S is pulling down B’s shorts. Now I’m sitting here, holding my coffee, and staring at this couple with a flabbergasted expression on my face. Being too shy, I didn’t want to get up and leave because I thought it would be rude.